Oh Liberty!, by Darren Oxton Subscribe to rss feed for Darren Oxton

Oh Liberty! You hold aloft your fading hand,
Mother of the balding eagle, gift to his land,
A flame of freedom, opportunity for all,
French maiden on vacation, greeting those who come,
But spangled in such travesty, waiting to fall, 

Founding men who gave their hearts, 
Victory un-done,By Blackened greed, stolen from Arabian
sand,
“Pardon Monsieur, but I think hatred has been fanned!”,
“Le Maison Blanc” has lit the bush, giving out call,
God help those who’ll feel the wrath, beneath desert
suns, 

A flame of freedom, opportunity for all,
“Oh Liberty! You’re telling lies about the homeland!
You promised me the world then turned my dreams to sand
”But under southern heretics, you hit the wall,
Your crown has now become a symbol of ‘some’ fun, 

For all of those who once admired, how you stood tall,
Oh Liberty! You hold aloft your fading hand,
Sinister, seething, States, of you…..they wish to maul!
Posted: 2009-12-18 17:30:54 UTC

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